I will find my destiny
because in the deep
I have faith in the tomorrow.

Changes the time today,
the rays of the sun
strike my face, and
they caress my soul.

Augury of a better world,
the rays graze the ground;
it will grow a new seed
called liberty.

Nigh to the heart of the man
there is a breach for the hope,
all can cultivate their future.

Liar is the man that says
not to believe, because
it is far the day in which
we will lose the faith.

Insuperable this sunset
I can feel emotions
and to touch the infinity.

Variable is the human soul,
as the cloudy sky that
is uncertain on the future.

End of all of my fears,
if the men made to grow
the seed of the liberty,
the evil would not exist.

Finally I have understood
the sense of the liberty, I will
grow the plant of the
Tomorrow in my heart,
ready to welcome it.

Ode to this day of hope,
if the other ones would
believe in these words, life
would have a deep meaning.

Recall your spirit, a lot
can give the man that it has
lost everything, leaving in
his heart only the hope.

Every can fight for this great
ideal, because the seed grows
in every land, it grows in all
those people who
have not stopped dreaming.

Vernal it is the sky today,
as if it was deprived of every cloud,
colored only from the joy of
whom has had faith, and
he has not stopped fighting.

End of this poetry, if someone
had to read it, please not forget
the seed, because it is our future.
The man thatwill lose the liberty,
will lose himself.

Remembers this, the men
don't have to lose themselves
to find again the hope,
because a flower, a smile,
a gesture are signs of this
endless cicle that are the life.

...Only who lives with the liberty,
the faith, the hope lives in this cycle
...The life teaches this...